September 11, 2001
flames in
the
sky
told
the
story
a massive attack
and thousands
meet their end
we live on a small
blue orb
suspended in space
Yet, we still fight
we still kill
over different beliefs
over different coloration
Yes, the shadow fell
on New York that
day
bitter tears
for the dead
bitter tears for many
of those who survived
mangled and distorted
lives
an unreal scene
like so many
others in history
September, 11 2001
Eyes
look up at
the sun and moon
where are the
answers?
Like the mighty
ocean as it swallows
up ships
Our world was
shattered
Hope
Hope
Hope!
must rise again
and perhaps, then
young eyes
will see a bright dawn,instead
of a blood red one
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2005
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